The tire goes blessedly flat right up the street from where she lives and she’s barely able to make it home, riding on the rim. She gets out as I park a short distance away.
I like her neighborhood. Her house is a little bungalow with a big back yard, probably a couple of acres bordered by woods. There’s a sparse population here which will give me the privacy I need. Don’t want any nosey neighbors barging in at an inopportune moment.
I steal across her front yard, silently approaching her from behind. She slams her car door, muttering to herself as she slings her purse strap over her shoulder and, keys in hand, storms around the car to look at the source of her problems.
“Hi, Caden.”
She jumps back with a screech, dropping her purse and clutching her hand to her chest. After a brief moment of recognition, she seems angry. “What the fuck are you doing here, Santiago? What? Are you following me?”
“I couldn’t help but notice your tire’s flat,” I coo in a seductive, overly concerned tone as I walk toward her.
“You know the rules, Santiago,” she says as she wags her finger at me and takes a few steps back. “At The Club, I’m all yours as long as the liquor and cash keep flowing. But not on my own time and certainly not at my home. Get lost. Now,” she snaps irritably as she jerks her arm straight out away from her, angrily pointing me back toward downtown.
She turns away from me and hurries up the steps to her front porch. She’s busy inserting the key in the lock and never sees me coming. I grab her from behind and slide my arm around her shoulders as I clamp the chloroform-drenched rag over her mouth with my free hand. She struggles briefly then droops limply in my arms.
I struggle to hold her up, the pain in my thigh from the bullet wound throbbing from the effort. I hold her snug against me and unlock the door before pulling her along beside me into the house. To an onlooker it would just look like she maybe had had too much to drink at work and needed some help getting inside. I’m happy to oblige.
I close the door behind us and take a look around at the place she calls home, which will now become her prison. We’re finally alone. I suck in a long breath of air, discerning the various scents that make her house uniquely hers. Perfume. Something sweet, too, as if she baked recently.
Even more than the aromas that tease my senses, I love knowing I’m sharing the space where she lets her hair down when she’s off the clock. Foxy doesn’t live here, she only uses that name at The Club. This is Caden’s home, where all the illusions fall away, leaving only the real woman. Where she reveals her true nature. I can make this so good for her if she’ll just let me.
My angel lives in a tidy, little doll house. I’m in heaven as I take it all in. Everything has its place. It’s so clean, so perfect, just like her. I would expect no less from such a pretty doll. A pretty, pretty doll living in a pretty, little doll house…playing with an ugly monster…
Chapter Thirty Five
Diego
“So soft, so feminine, yet so strong,” I say pensively as I tighten the silken fabric around her wrists. “So like you. You see?” I ask as I tug lightly on her wrist. “With the right knot, the more you pull against the scarf, the tighter it gets. I’d use one to cover your eyes as well, but I want you to see everything I do to you. I don’t want you to miss a thing.” I study her face solemnly as I ask her the one thing I need to know. “Can you kill him?”
“Yes.”
“Can you live with yourself afterwards?”
“I won’t be able to live with myself if I don’t, not after seeing what he did to those women…what he would have done to me.”
I cup her cheek, my heart bursting with pride in this woman. “Your answer pleases me. You’re not driven by greed; my woman is driven by a thirst for justice, determined to set things right for others—especially women. This is good. Now,” I murmur silkily, “back to the matter at hand.”
I look down at her nude body. Her pretty, pink nipples are jutting out, tempting my tongue and my lips to partake. “Oh, how your body speaks to me, little one. It tells me everything I want to know. Your eyes reveal your feelings. Right now, they’re glazed over with desire and anticipation, as are mine.”
I peruse the perfectly arranged items displayed on the nightstand. I select a vibrator. When I turn it on, the soft whir of the motor causes her to gasp and bite her plump bottom lip—so sexy. Yes…anticipation is beautiful on her.
I slide the tip of the toy lightly across a nipple and slowly trail it down her midsection until it hovers over her clit. She begins to writhe, spreading her legs and lifting her hips in needy, little circles to achieve more direct contact. I press it down onto her clit in a blunt, direct stroke that steals her breath. Those big, blue eyes darken as she gives in to the pleasure.
“Is this what you want, baby?”
“Oh, fuck, yes,” she gasps. “Feels so good.”
I bring her right to the point of climaxing and pull the vibe away, instead sliding it over her glistening lower lips.
“Damn it, Diego. Stop teasing me.”
“I like teasing you. I waited for you long enough; surely a little teasing is the least you can do for your papi, no? Do you touch yourself when I’m not around? Do not lie to me.”
“I don’t need to do that. You satisfy me. I only want the pleasure you can give me.”
“Good girl.” I slowly swirl the vibe around her slick opening, watching the soft, pink flesh pucker and release as it tries to take what it wants. “Just look at you. Fuck it, baby. Spread those legs farther apart so I can watch up close and personal.” When she obeys me, I touch the vibrator to her clit and lean in to flutter my tongue around her opening. I slip the tip of my tongue inside, lapping at her velvety pussy walls as she begins to rock her hips in desperation.
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she moans incoherently, thrashing wildly, her head lolling back and forth.
The urgency in her voice is intoxicating. Controlling her is a mind-altering drug to me. I can’t get enough, will never get enough. Her shout of anguished pleasure and the rippling flesh against my tongue send the all-clear straight to my cock. I tear out of my clothing and release her restraints. I don’t waste time untying the scarves, I just slice through them and fold her legs back onto the mattress.
Positioned on my knees with my legs spread wide, I yank her hips in close to me and push inside her with a tortured groan, my aim straight and true. Her tight channel always resists at first, making that first thrust sweet agony as I press the broad head of my cock through her slick lips until I’m sheathed deep inside her. When I’m seated to the hilt I groan and let her hot, tight walls clench around me as if they’re fighting to hold me in place.
I lean over her and brace on an elbow as I grasp her jaw in my free hand. My breathing is labored and harsh as I stare down into the brilliant blue eyes that bewitch me so easily. I draw in a shuddering breath and take her mouth, surrendering at long last to the primal urge to fuck her like a mad man.
I pound into her depths so hard that I briefly worry I’ll hurt her. But at the sound of the broken words of praise and moans of encouragement that tumble from her lips, I let go of any worries that were holding me back and proceed to fuck her as hard and deep as I can.
With my woman wrapped around me, I’m damn near dizzy from the deluge of sensations that roll through me, and I know I’m not going to last long. “Gonna come, baby,” I rasp against her neck. “You with me?”
“Yes…yes…”
“Come for your man, come all over me.” As her walls clamp down around me, my head rolls back and I groan. Fire shoots up my spine and I go off like a rocket. Every muscle in my body tenses in pleasure as my hips continue to pulse against her, drenching her from the inside out.
As the intense burst of pleasure slowly eases into a series of delicious aftershocks, all the crazy in my world rolls off my shoulders. All is well with my woman, and I can start my search for Santiago with a clear vision and purpose. She
can do this—she can kill him, especially after seeing those dead bodies in that well.
I’ve given her what she needs sexually, even emotionally, now I’m going to give her what she needs psychologically: Santiago on a silver platter so she can pull that trigger and put us all out of his misery.
Why should anyone else have to suffer because of that miserable son of a bitch? I’ll be damned if I’m letting Santiago dump his bullshit on my doorstep.
Who the fuck does he think he is anyway, interfering with my happily ever after?!
Chapter Thirty Six
Her Awakening
“My head. It hurts,” she mumbles groggily. She frowns as she gingerly rubs her head and curls up on her side, sending a cascade of blonde hair tumbling over the pillow.
“That’s the chloroform, I’m afraid. Sorry about that, beautiful. Couldn’t take a chance on you not cooperating.”
She jerks in surprise and rolls onto her back, wincing and grabbing her head even as she scowls at me. “Seriously, Santiago?” she snaps irritably, raising up on her elbows and blinking hard several times as she looks around, trying to get her bearings. “You know, there is something seriously wrong with you and I’m not just talking about the human trafficking serial killer you’ve turned out to be.” Her eyes narrow on me where I sit next to the bed. “I’ve already talked to Diego and he filled me in on what you’ve been doing. You get off on killing women and that’s not normal.”
“Killing is all in a day’s work,” I say with a shrug. “But I can’t believe you’re trying to make me out to be a serial killer. If you’re right, then we’re all serial killers…and that includes your beloved Saint Diego.” The words practically drip with contempt as they leave my lips.
“If this is your idea of a first date, you’ve got a long way to go in the romance arena, my friend.”
I don’t miss the sarcasm in those last words. I laugh out loud, then take a deep breath and look over at her indulgently. “You amuse me, Caden, you really do. Like no other woman. God knows I could use more of that in my life. More of you.” All traces of humor leave my face as I state a simple truth. “Don’t be mad at me when I kill your boyfriend.”
“Right,” she drawls. “Listen, just don’t kill me or Diego and we’ll be cool, okay? And this is definitely a ‘boyfriend-free zone’ after what that asshole excuse for a boyfriend did to me.”
I bristle and straighten in my chair, listening intently. This woman should be treated like the treasure she is, not betrayed or abused.
“I mean,” she goes on, “you don’t fuck another woman while I’m basically supporting you and think you’ll get a second chance with me. I’m nobody’s sugar-mama. Ultimately, I let the whole situation go on too long. So I really don’t care what happens to him at this point. Kill him for all I care. Get in a little target practice with my blessing.”
“I would never kill you, Caden. And I would never fuck around on you. You would be my queen and would never want for anything.” My cock wholeheartedly agrees, so I discreetly adjust my position in my chair. No need to show all my cards right away.
“Well…since you’ve decided you’re so enamored with me, I suppose it’s okay to keep things on a ‘real’ first name basis now.”
“Caden,” I say slowly as a slow smile lifts the corners of my mouth. When she’s at work, I call her by her stage name, Foxy, because I don’t want her other customers to know her real name. That bit of intimate knowledge is just for me.
With that, she flops back against the pillows and that mane of blonde hair once again surrounds her. “Just so you know, Caden means ‘little fighter’ and at the first opportunity I will fight—just thought you should know. And don’t think I’ll go easy on you just because you got shot by a girl and you’re limping.”
I lean my head back and laugh out loud again. Oh, this woman… “See? That’s what I mean. The way you bust my balls makes me laugh. I let no other woman get away with that, you know.” I lower my voice to a seductive purr as my eyes roam freely over her curves. “Only you. Yes, I could use some laughter in my life.”
“You’ve already made that clear. So glad I can entertain you, what with your job stress and all. But what you could really use, Santiago, is some counseling.”
She shakes her head at me with a cocky grin on her face and I can’t help but smile back. Most women this beautiful don’t have much else going for them. They become lazy and rely on their looks as currency as they make their way through life. But inevitably their beauty fades, leaving them with nothing of value to sustain them. A sense of humor like Caden’s, though, will see her through anything she encounters in life and will go to the grave with her. I should be so lucky.
“I like you, Caden. I do.” I love the way her given name feels as it rolls off my tongue with a familiarity that surprises me. I shift forward in my chair and rest my elbows on my knees, loosely clasping my hands together as I regard her thoughtfully. “I wondered if things would feel different outside The Club. If we’d connect or if what I’ve always felt between us would turn out to be just an illusion. I wasn’t sure how it would go, but this is good.”
“Que me encanta,” she says as she rolls her eyes.
“Charmed, eh?” I say with another laugh. “And my beauty is bi-lingual. Your gifts know no bounds.” I reach out and stroke the back of my knuckles along her cheek.
“Yes, yes, it’s a sign from the serial killer gods that we’re supposed to be together.” Her arched brow mocks me from where she reclines on the bed.
“You know how selfish I am where you’re concerned,” I say, quite seriously. “I want all of your time, all of your attention.”
“Do you now?” she asks in a husky whisper as she sits up and pushes her hair from her face. With a sultry smile, she rises from the bed to stand a few feet in front of me. A swathe of platinum blonde hair tumbles down over one eye, but this time she lets it linger there.
Her heavy-lidded gaze locks onto mine as she starts to move to an imaginary beat. Caden is a masterful actress, I know. She makes her living convincing total strangers that, for a few brief moments, her world revolves around them, whether she’s up on the stage or hanging on their every word at their table.
She’s off the clock now, and as tempting as it is to convince myself that the desire on her face is for me, I know better. I know her, whether she believes it or not. Her survival instincts are without equal. That’s how I know she’s playing me, trying to get me to let down my guard so she can make her escape. And that’s alright because I’m willing to do whatever it takes to keep her all to myself, even if I have to get rough with her to get my point across. I smile at the thought and lean back in my chair to enjoy the show.
She turns her back on me and continues to sway, her hips undulating sinuously as she slowly rotates a shoulder, casting a coy glance back at me. Nice. Lifting a knee, she extends the leg, running a hand down its shapely length as she lifts it up toward the ceiling, then lowers it to the floor again in a graceful arc. Her absolute control of her body is sexy as hell and I know she’d be up for absolutely anything in bed…any position…all kinds of kink.
As she turns to face me, she bends over at the hip before quickly arching her back and tossing her hair. She straightens and steps slowly toward me, lightly kicking one of my ankles to signal me to spread my legs. I arch an eyebrow and give her a small smile of encouragement. She lifts her hair before letting it fall in a glorious cascade of tousled waves, then runs her fingertips down her cheeks, along her collarbone, to her breasts. She comes to a stop in front of me, standing between my legs as she cups her breasts through the silky fabric of her skintight wrap dress. She’s close enough that I can feel her body heat, smell her perfume, detect the faintest hint of her natural, womanly musk.
Turning away from me, she inches closer as she positions her feet far apart on the floor and straddles my spread legs. The overlapping edges of the fabric of her dress slide apart to expose a sleek, toned thigh. She s
lowly eases her ass down onto my lap and presses her back to my chest, rolling her hips against me in slow, seductive circles. I tilt my head back, close my eyes and bite back a groan. I don’t keep them closed for long, though; I don’t want to miss a thing. With a small smile over her shoulder, she leans forward, and presses her palms onto the floor. With her ass against my lower stomach, she slides her pussy up and down over my erection. Holy shit… Even fully clothed, the slow, steady friction sends waves of pleasure down my spine -- but it’s the sight of her engaging in such brazenly sensual almost-contact with me that threatens to be my undoing.
She doesn’t give lap dances at The Club, ever, preferring to limit her duties to stripping and giving the big spenders a little attention at their table afterwards. She’ll flirt and tease, but doesn’t take it farther than that, so this is wish fulfillment for me and it’s an effort not to nut right here in my pants like a damn teenager.
I slide my hands onto her hips and give in to the instinct to grind against her, surrender to the urge to knead her spectacular ass, but she sits up, taps my hands and purrs, “You know the rules, no touching the dancer.”
Growling in frustration, I relent and let her run the show…for now. She leans back again, pressing her back against my chest once more as she writhes in place. Her head is resting on my shoulder, her breath hot on my neck as she runs her hands over her body. Never one to be outwitted, I lay my hands over hers and follow her lead. At this angle, I can see everything as our combined hands caress and knead all of the forbidden places I’ve only imagined.
“Cara,” I whisper against her ear as our hands slide along her inner thighs, “you are playing with fire. You may consider me well and truly distracted since I know that is your goal here. But I will not be toyed with. You want my guard down? Fine. But know this: if you are not prepared to take me inside you here and now, you should stop your tricks while the choice is still yours.” She goes completely still and, with her face pressed into the side of my neck, I feel her throat clench as she gulps. “Decide how you will play this, cara, and choose wisely. This is the only warning you will get.”
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